I awoke at 4. My atomic clock flashed the red digits against the ceiling in the blacked-out room. "Why... Read More

March is upon us. It is cold, but come the weekend, we will be in the 70s. 70s! But there's a problem. If it... Read More

The old bookseller was mopey. Exceedingly mopey. He had come in early that morning. There was nothing... Read More

And so it begins. And February ends. This tiny aconite caught my eye amongst last year’s dead husks... Read More

Brittle browned pages. A mystery published in 1944. The glue holding the leaves together and attaching... Read More

Friday the 13th. I will watch my step. The slight thaw this week hasn't changed the snowscape. But the... Read More